They’ve finally brought down the old Reno Police Department headquarters on East 2nd Street, a building so long abandoned it might’ve qualified for sainthood had it stood much longer without plumbing. The City Council, ever eager to swing a wrecking ball at anything with memories or masonry, gave the nod earlier this year to have…

Now, I ain’t saying the good people of Nevada ought to tether their dreams to the ground–but should your notion of celebration involve launching balloons skyward like miniature Hindenburgs, you might turn out the lights on 10,000 of your closest neighbors. It’s precisely what happened on Sunday, March 2, when a floating bit of merriment…

If ever there was a gal who could ride into a courtroom on a cloud of thunder, gripping a presidential pardon in one hand and a Bible in the other, it would’ve been Michele Fiore. And yet, Monday morning came, and nary a whisper of her heels on the marble nor a bang of her…

Have you ever wondered what happens when higher education runs out of things to teach and decides to take a crack at your children’s minds instead? I present the grand spectacle unfolding at the University of Nevada, Reno, where Secretary of State Francisco Aguilar—has joined hands with a mighty outfit called the ALL-IN Campus Democracy…

It seems that when a man goes to the trouble of discovering a whole continent—whether he didn’t or didn’t—he ought to get more than a cold shoulder and a government holiday traded off like a worn-out mule at the fair. But that’s just what’s happening in Nevada, where the legislature, led by a certain Miss…

Now, I’ve been witness to a good many absurdities in my time—boats that couldn’t float, politicians that couldn’t spell, and even a preacher who swore off lying but only on days ending in “y”—but I confess, few things tickle the ribs and wrinkle the brow like the doings of one Judge Erika Ballou of Las…

By the time Michael Sonner shuffled off this mortal coil on April 23rd at High Desert State Prison near Indian Springs, the West had changed around him. But justice, though slow as a desert tortoise and twice as stubborn, hadn’t. Sonner, age 57, wore the weight of a crime committed three decades past when he…

If you’d been wandering the old silver trail through Mound House on the evening of March 28, you might’ve seen more than tumbleweeds and tail lights. According to the good folks over at the Lyon County Sheriff’s Office—who, bless’em, seem to work harder than a preacher on Sunday—you’d have witnessed a bit of law and…

By Yours Truly, Who Has Known Panic More Intimately Than Profit Now don’t go imaginin’ you can twist the spigot of your skull and expect a torrent of fine ideas to come gushin’ out like a river bustin’ her britches in spring. That’s a fool’s notion, friend, and I say it plain, with no garnish.…

It started like all great tragedies, with a desperate need for Wi-Fi. I wandered into this saloon—half dive, half mistake—because my phone had about two bars of signal and the ambition of a potato. I figured I’d grab a seat, mooch some Wi-Fi, maybe send a few emails, and escape before someone tried to sell…